I sat down in Marvin's office as we looked at all the options we had for ensuring that our future and that of the twins were secured. He was not sure whether I agreed with him or not as he presented his plans. I looked straight at him with no emotions, and I was wondering whether it was because I had become the most dreaded Mafia Lord in town or that I just couldn't marry him."You are still married to Ms. June," I said immediately after he finished his speech, "or do you want me to take care of that too?" I asked."How do you mean, Cassie?" He asked, not sure if he understood what I meant."She looks like someone in the middle of our dream,"I said."She works for you," he replied.I told Marvin that we might have to wait for Ms. June's contract to expire, or he could talk to June to cancel the contract and pay her off if he wants us to be together. He agreed to talk to June. We did not know why June didn't want to cancel the contract even when she knew she would be fully paid as agre
I got a call from the contractor. It was the third time he had given me a contract this year. “I need a better deal,” I could hear myself saying so confidently. When you are in this game and a lot of Killer Lords respect you, you tend to grow in confidence. “You have your deal,” he said with his husky voice. No one knew who the contractor was. Every Killer Lord is afraid of him, but not me. I am not a Killer Lord, but at the right price, I will kill anyone. The contractor gave me two different contracts. Easy jobs, let me finish with Mark first. Mark kissed me again and again. He reached for my top and tore it into pieces, exposing my nice curvy things. Poor Mark! He did not know he was my target and I had come to like him. I asked him where his wife and kids were and he told me they were in Italy. “Nice, they will be safe,” I said as I drew my silencer out of the pillow and shot him straight at his bare chest. He held his chest and tried to move as if he wanted to say something.
My eyes were hurting and heavy and I could hardly open them even for a short period. Everywhere seemed white and cloudy. I tried to turn and I felt a sharp pain on the right side of my head."You would want to lie down a little while you need some rest," said Larry, as he tried to get a glass of water for me. He gave me some pills, I took them without hesitation and they worked like magic. In a few minutes the pain left."Did you get my phone?" I asked.I wanted to be sure the Contractor could reach me or else I would lose the next job and contract. Larry was my Clean-Up guy. Whenever I finish a contract, he cleans up and I pay him. I turned and I saw his card on my table. My bill was $100,000 with a note below 'I woke you up from death.' I could see why my head ached. It was the damn bike that hit me during the blast. I stood up, the coverings slipped down and the things on my chest stood up with the tip pointing towards Larry like an arrow aiming at him."Why am I naked, Larry? I as
“You don’t look like a cleaner,” said the lady interviewing me for the cleaning job at Mr. Marvin’s company, M&M Industries.”I am, you have four staircases, four stores, and about ten office spaces in this building. The penthouse, I guess, is for somebody special like the boss,” I said, smiling.“Wow! Very impressive. You can resume the next day. We are short on staff.Why would the Contractor want Marvin's death to look natural and why should I steal the documents he wanted? These thoughts rang in my head. I should just shoot him down and make the contract easy.“You should not be here,” said a man I knew later to be Ken. He was Marvin’s right-hand man. I thought of killing him but I would love to know why Marvin would put a mark on me. Something about this whole contract seems unclear. My contract is open, I have two hires competing with me to kill Marvin, and I know for a fact that Marvin is aware that his life is in danger or else why would he send someone to kill me?I made up m
“Good morning Cax, you are here again,” said Marvin. I could see that he was not comfortable with women.“If you want me to leave, I will,” I replied, still doing what I was doing.I was cleaning his shelves while trying to see if I could sight any document that looked like what the Contractor had said I should get. I have four months for the contract but I would love an early completion of the job. I did not like how the contract was getting complex.Marvin stood there looking at me while I cleaned. I stared at him a few times and when our eyes met I just smiled and continued doing what I was doing. I saw him sitting down with his gaze still at me. I went straight to him and kissed him. I wanted to stop but he kissed me back. I drew back, took my mop and every cleaning equipment, and left. I knew what I was doing.This is bad for business! I thought to myself. I don’t need to be emotionally involved with my target. Marvin looked very exposed. I waited a little while to see what Marvi
I saw Ken rush into the office building. The pocket side of his shirt was stained with blood, though he tried to conceal it. I followed him as he rushed to Marvin’s office. He did not notice I was following him. As he approached the door, I asked if I could help him clean up. He did not say anything. He entered the office and I followed him.How did you know I was stained?” he asked me. Of course, I was not going to tell him I killed people for a living or I was used to seeing blood and concealing it.“I am a cleaner,” I said. I took off the clothes and put them in the bag I had. “What happened?” I asked.“We were attacked by a hired assassin. I think Marvin is marked. He is a target for the Contractor, I - - I - - I am not sure, you will not understand,” he said.I knew Ken was a spy or a hire, he just gave away his identity, but I must continue to secure my cover as a cleaner.“I am so sorry, but I don’t understand. No one would want to hurt Marvin! Why would an assassin want him de
I laid in bed tired, not that we did anything, I was tired of the whole contract. I have so many opportunities to end this but I do not know where the documents were. I have asked myself over and over again why a document would matter. Who initiated this contract does not only want Marvin dead but wants something more.Marvin came in with a cup of coffee. “You slept like you deserve a thousand nights of rest, my dear,” he said.“Hmm. You could say that again,” I replied.“Looking at you again, you look too beautiful and well-kept to be a cleaner,” Marvin told me climbing on the rare side of the bed holding my legs.“Would it be out of place for a cleaner to look clean and beautiful? That’s my job!” I exclaimed.“Tell me about yourself,” he asked.I knew he was going to ask this, doing the kind of job I have done over the years had prepared me to be able to read people’s intentions. I had a planned story to tell my dear Marvin. I also need him to believe that I am interested in us as m
I sat with Marvin as we drove off in two cars to his house. There was not much discussion on the way except the introduction that he had with the head of the bodyguards. We got to his house pretty quickly.Marvin ran upstairs while I sat in the living room admiring the beauty before my eyes. I loved what I saw. The Marvins were very rich and could have easily given me the fifty million dollars if I had told them my mission. I was sorry for Marvin because one way or the other, death was sure and it was not going to be natural.Marvin came down, smiled at me, and poured himself a glass of wine. I stood up and joined him. “Why don’t you want me to touch you?” he asked.“Nah, I don’t want to give you silly impressions,” I said.“And you agreed to stay with me? What were you thinking?” he asked.“You wanted a companion, not a sex toy,” I said.He smiled at me. I was a little embarrassed, this was Marvin, the most shy guy I had ever met, trying all he could to make love to me. I thought i